Chapter 3

I love art, almost as much as I love cooking. There are only four things I love in my life, one: cooking, two: art, three: music and four: despite everything Adrian. He may hate me, but he his me brother, my twin.

I walk freely into class. Ms Mill, the art teacher doesn't interact with her students very much. She simply write a type of medium we are going to get graded on for the semester, and you can create anything you want. She never speaks and hardly looks at her students, not that she has many anyway. It is kind of just me.

Not that I mind at all, in fact it is fantastic.

I look at the white board to see what I get to work with this semester. Pencils. Great, my favourite. I draw my best with pencils. I settle myself in and get to work. Half way through the lesson I feel like something is off.

I discreetly smell the air and carefully listen. Since I am a werewolf all my senses are heightened. I soon discover that I feel like something is off because I am the only one is school. Well I am the only werewolf in school.

Ah yes, Mr Zithanial Stone is coming back today, everyone must be staying home to meet him, everyone but me. It is both a relief and worry. Relief because the worst of the bullies aren't here but a worry because when I get home I won't be able it sneak in with a house full of weres.

Oh gosh, must I really go back to the pack house after school. I should out me run away plan back in action.

NO! Shouts my wolf. I flinch at the sudden outburst, likely I was by myself and no one saw.

You gave me a fright. Why do you decide to speak up now? I thought you were giving me some me time. I replied to her.

I know, I know. But just don't run away, at least not yet.

Why? Why should I wait, when all I am is miserable here. I concurred.

I just have this feeling that something is gonna happen today.

Um, maybe, the Alpha's son is coming back? Or you know, me being killed? I questioned.

I already know that, and it isn't it that. Also you are not dying. Just please don't run. She pleaded.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

The rest of the day was a blur. I got to remain invisible today as my pack wasn't on the look out for me so they could insult me.

As the last lesson finished I decided to take my time walking back to the pack house. Instead of the forest route I took the long way, the same way that I came here this morning.

As I walk the started to hum bits of songs that I knew.

Every morning I wake up just the same

Just a victim of ordinary pain

I don't see myself as invincible

It's not true at all

I'm just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero

Trying to save the world but never really sure

I'm just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero

Nothing more than that, that's all I really am

Here I am at a place that I come let go- Miami

The bass where the sun set low

Everyday like a Mardi-Gras, everybody all day

No work- all play ok

I am waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rush

I am breathing in ,the chemicals

I am breaking in, shaping up and checking out of the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse, whoa

I am waking up, I feel it in my bones

To make my sister proud

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, new age

What I hoped would be a long walk back to the pack house flew by, and in no time I was at the pack house. Damn I was hoping I would take longer than-- whoa, wait-- is that really the time. As I glanced down at my watch I discovered that it is 5:30pm. Wow that was longer than I thought, but it seemed to fly by, it is kind of a new record. Longest time it took to get home so far, 3 shrieking hours, what as I doing?

Oh that's right, walking every slow, I didn't think I was taking this long. I am really out of it today. Note to self, keep your eye on the time.

Hopeful Tiffany has forgotten about my little, spur of the moment, never to repeat again, comment. And if she told Saxon, hopeful Zithanial has distracted him.

Yeah right, luck is never on my side, they are probably waiting to pounce.

Don't be so negative

After years with these people I have a right to be negative.

Never know

Never know what? Tell me--. I stop talking to my wolf half way through me demanding her to tell me what she meant, when I smelt the most delicious and intoxicating smell of all time. It was a mix of woody musk and cinnamon, it smelt wonderful.

I wonder what could be making this smell? It can't be cooking, food couldn't give of a woody scent, could it? The woody musk and cinnamon smell was all around the garage area, backyard and back door. Possible inside too.

Shaking my head, focus Amelia you need get inside without anyone noticing. Wolf-ninja mode activated. All systems are a go.

You're a wolf not a ninja girl, get it right.

I am a wolf-ninja, YOU get it right. I argued back to my wolf.

I crept around to the side of the three story house to where my room was. Second floor at the back to the left. Right out my window there was a tree and it was a rather big one too, the branches just close enough to my window, all I had to do was open it and climb in.

I start making my way up the tree as quickly and silently as I can. Since this is my first time attempting it, I am not going as quickly as I would like, but I am making up for it in silence. As I reach the branch that is closest to my window I take a moment to study my hands. Because of the strain of climbing a very rough tree I have cuts all over my hands. Damn. I look down to me legs, only to find the right leg of my jeans ripped open at the thigh and a small amount of blood seeping out. Double damn. They were my favourite, I am gonna have to sow them up now.

Back to business. The branch that is closest to my window is thankfully thick, so it would be able to hold my weight, I think. I carefully scoot forward, trying not to rip the sit of my pants open. Gradually I get to my window and is close enough to reach over and open it.

"Grrnnhh" I grunt as I push the window up. I throw my bag in and it lands on my bed with minimal noise. Phase one, complete.

Now Phase two. The branch goes straight to my window and then curves down towards the first floor. I scoot closer and closer until I am we're it starts curving down. Now comes the tricky part, using the window ledge I hold on to it as I pull myself up into a standing position, bending enough so I still have a hold of the ledge. Carefully turning around I then sit on the right half of the ledge.

Ok, ok. You got these now Amelia, you can do it, nearly there. By now I am nearly peeing my pants. A, because I have never snuck in like this before and B, because if someone where to catch me now from inside, they could easily push me off the ledge to a painful fall and very possible broken bones if I don't land right.

I swing my left leg over and inside my room with my toes barely skimming the ground. One, two, three I throw my right leg around into the room, I misjudge my momentum and fall forwards inside my room with a loud thud, followed by my night stand that I somehow kick over in the progress of it all.

Anyone with werewolf, heck even human hearing would be able to hear the noise I made. Well there goes my sneaky entrance.

Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump. I hear three pairs of feet hurriedly going up the stairs the investigate the noise. Hopefully they won't come to my room first but check the others first.

Thinking I had enough time to sort my night stand out and then appear that it wasn't me that made the noise, it only occurred to me as I stood my night stand up that I forgot that there would be three people  opening doors, so it would get done three times as fast as I thought. That means I only had seconds to--

My door burst open and the most delicious scent from before filled my nose again with its wonderful smell. Ok that sounded creepy.

Whilst in my daze, two other scents join that delicious one. Them I recognised, Saxon and Adrian were standing in my room. Saxon with angry rolling off him in waves, to the left and Adrian with an annoyed and very, very slightly fearful expression on his face, to the right. And standing in between those two men, was the person how woody musk and cinnamon scent belonged to.

Mate. My wolf whispered in my head, as my eyes connected with the most breath taking green eyes I have ever seen.

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